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An Association member handed Yoojin a dossier.
Seated in the dimly lit boat while the rough seas rocked him, it was difficult to read anything. Out of the twelve men next to him, three were sick. The odor of salty ocean air and mildew made it hard to breathe. The stale, cramp space was uncomfortable, and the freezing temperature didn’t match the spring weather back in Korea.
“This is your target,” the Association member said to Yoojin. “Get to him and report back any information you can.”
Yoojin took the dossier and checked the target’s information: Chatterbox. A scummy showman turned murderer. Mixed with a handful of other crimes that turned Yoojin’s already sensitive stomach to read about. But because of Chatterbox’s wealth, he only got ten years behind bars.
This mission left Yoojin with a sinking feeling in his stomach. It could’ve been the rough waves making him sick, but he couldn’t escape this foreboding intuition.
He worked as the Association director’s assistant, so why was he suddenly being hauled into the field with no prep? The rest of the team had excluded him from briefings and were acting stiff.
No one would look him in the eye.
The men in the back of the boat kept leering at him.
So he kept to himself and just wanted to get this over with. It wasn’t like he was getting paid extra to be here.
The team leader called everyone’s attention. “You all know this prison holds the most dangerous alphas on the planet. So be careful. If anything goes wrong, backup is an hour away. Everyone stay vigilant and remember your training.”
Yoojin nodded. For once, he was happy to be a recessive omega. Since his second gender characteristics never manifested, he basically lived as a beta and was immune to pheromones.
So why wouldn’t his apprehension go away? He felt a chill that had nothing to do with the temperature.
“Here.” The man next to him elbowed his side and handed him a water.
“No. I’m good.” Yoojin waved his hand, alarm bells going off in his head. Even though he wasn’t a real omega, he never forgot the lessons from his school’s self-protection class. Rule number one was to never take unknown drinks and this water bottle was already open.
But the man next to him didn’t listen and shoved the drink into his hand. “Just drink it. We’re almost at the docks.”
Yoojin looked for a place to set it down, but the waves would make it roll away. Someone else noticed he didn’t drink it and spoke up. But instead of helping, he raised his voice, “Too good to share a water?”
The rest of the men turned to him. They whispered under their breath and gave him hostile looks. He could taste the growing tension. A few made annoyed comments.
Was sharing drinks how teams gained camaraderie?
The team leader was still reading off the important points of the mission, but there was a heavy focus on Yoojin.
Yoojin looked at the chalky water, and his stomach tighten in distress. The stress he had been feeling all day coiled inside him until he felt sick. And all the while, everyone was glaring at him.
He sighed and drank it. It tasted sour.
His teammates went back to discussing the mission like nothing happened.
Yoojin blinked, his eyes felt heavy. It must have been the lack of sleep. His boss never cared about his schedule and made him work overtime almost every night. That had to be it.
His head fell forward. It became difficult to keep up. And now he had trouble concentrating on what the team leader was saying. Too many waves made him dizzy. His vision blurred. It looked like everything was swaying.
Yeah…it must have been a lack of sleep..
But why…why was it suddenly so…hot? Where it have been freezing a moment ago, he was now covered in sweat. He breathed deeply and his breath fogged in front of his eyes. A heat surrounded him. His stomach tightened.
Yoojin dropped the bottle, and it rolled out of sight, but the rest of the team didn’t seem to care anymore.
Yoojin groaned. Something was wrong. More than just lack of sleep. He raised his hand, reaching for the man next to him. He never reached him before he slumped back against his seat.
The last thing he saw before his vision darkened was the smirk on his teammate’s face.
Yoojin woke up with a headache, ringing ears, and a dry mouth. Grogginess turned to nausea, and his eyelids felt like sandpaper. He could hear his bones grinding together when he moved. A cold sweat drenched him. He shivered, but it felt like a fire burned over his skin and something inside him ached.
Cool fingers stroked through his head and eased the pain away. Thick fingers touched his hair over and over. It felt so nice. The refreshing touch helped him relax. The wonderful fragrance was so much better than the rusty boat he had been smelling for the last hour.
The more that hand comforted him, the better he felt. The nausea vanished, the headache faded, and the ringing stopped.
“NAH! Ahha!” someone screamed distantly.
“No! No! No—AHHH!”
Someone was screaming for help, and the more he listened, the more voices he heard. Slowly, opening his eyes, he thought he was in some kind of nightmare. His vision was blurry. Blinking didn’t help to clear his sight and the light hurt.
“P-please, let me live! No—Don’t—”
“AHHHA!”
“No! Stop! STOP!”
“I’ll talk! I’ll tell you everything I know! Please don’t kill me!”
Yoojin’s heart dropped. The screams of his team leader echoed in his ears. A sharp odor of blood drifted through the air.
“I swear!” one member from his team cried, “I’ll tell y-you anything! Just please, n-no more—”
Yoojin flinched as he heard a sharp knife slice through something thick. Chills ran up his arm. Fear filled him until he couldn’t move. More screams blared in the room, but he couldn’t see anything.
It finally registered what was happening—the mission had failed.
The cool hand stroked his hair while screams of pain continued. His head rested on someone’s lap in a very thoughtful position. They even elevated his legs over the arms of the couch he was on.
Yoojin tried to make sense of all this. He assessed his situation to the best of his abilities. He could make out blobs of color and people’s shapes. They were no longer on the boat. Was he in the prison or back in Korea? He tried desperately to remember how he got here, but the panic made everything hard.
Was he about to die?
The hand stroking him paused and tapped his temple. “Are you going to pretend to be asleep for much longer?”
Yoojin stiffened. The deep voice of his captors sent shivers down his back. Slowly, he turned his head and looked up. The blurry image of blond hair was all he could make out.
“Hmm,” his captor said, “your vision is compromised.”
Yoojin flinched when something came close to his eyes. A hand grabbed his jaw and forced him closer.
“Do you know who I am?” the captor asked.
“N…no,” Yoojin managed to say. His throat was dry and he couldn’t stop sweating.
“Guess.”
Someone in the room let out an ear-curdling scream and Yoojin shut his eyes. So many men were begging for their lives that he couldn’t think straight.
“A…Are we in the prison?” Yoojin asked in a trembling voice.
“You’re asking me questions?”
Yoojin swallowed. The man’s voice had deepened. How could someone who stroked his hair so delicately speak so harshly? Yoojin knew the answer instantly.
An alpha.
The dominant dipshits of the world. Everything they wanted, they thought they deserved. Everything in their way, they destroyed. And damn anyone who got in their way.
Every prisoner was an alpha, so it didn’t help him narrow it down.
Yoojin’s only real hint was the room they were in. He was on a real leather couch. The alpha’s clothes smelt like a tailored suit instead of watered-down detergent. His fingers were soft instead of chapped from working in prison facilities.
Before Yoojin left Korea, the Association director had mentioned the corrupt warden. He took bribes from the prisoners for basic human accommodations, like warm meals, showers, and necessities. He was known for letting prisoners continue their illegal activities for a cut of the profit.
On top of that, nearly seven billion won had gone missing from the prison budget over the last three years. The warden was more corrupt than the prisoners he managed, but at least Yoojin knew who he was talking to.
“You’re Warden Yoon Kyeongsoo.”
The hand holding him flinched and a second later, he laughed. “That’s not a bad guess. However, you’re wrong.”
“Then who—”
The fingers around Yoojin’s chin jerked his face away, forcing him to watch the men in the room. “Try to pay attention, even if you can’t see.”
Yoojin couldn’t avoid it. He was grateful he couldn’t see. Just the sounds were enough to make his stomach tighten and his limbs lock up. Every punch, slap, and scream made him recoil. He was shaking, but the man next to him was as still as a statue. Completely unaffected by the grotesque scene in front of them.
How did they get into this situation?
One of the men from Yoojin’s team screamed. Blood splattered everywhere, then he fell deathly silent and slumped to the ground.
Yoojin didn’t know which of his team members that was, but his heart still pounded in fear. Why were the prison guards killing people? What was going on? What had happened?
“W-wait—wait!!! Director Sung Hyunjae! I’ll tell you everything! Please. Just don’t k-kill me!”
Yoojin’s useless eyes widened. He recognized that voice and a piece of his memory came back. The one screaming was the man who handed him the water bottle.
Sung Hyunjae went back to stroking Yoojin’s head, and the once cool touch now felt like knives scraping over his skin.
Sung Hyunjae?
THE Sung Hyunjae? The heir to the Seseong business empire. With suspected ties in the black market, illegal arms trading, and drug trafficking, he was the CEO of the largest company in Korea. Not to mention how half his family worked in politics and ran the country.
The Seseong heir had been caught on a small possession charge that should’ve gotten him a slap on the wrist. Not a sentence to the world’s largest maximum-security prison. Even when Yoojin saw the news, he knew the Association had falsely arrested him.
But that didn’t explain why he was here in the warden’s office, petting Yoojin’s hair and murdering people.
“P-ple…please!…I’ll…No more—!”
“Song Taewon,” Sung Hyunjae called with an annoyed voice. Like he was too important to give out his own orders. “Cut out his tongue and hopefully he’ll stop shouting in my office.”
THWACK
Yoojin felt sick. His stomach threatened to throw up. Even though he couldn’t see, he wanted to look anywhere else. But the moment he turned away, Sung Hyunjae stopped stroking his hair and forced his head back.
Yoojin shut his eyes tight.
“Bring the last one over here.”
Yoojin opened his eyes and could make out the man they dragged in front of him.
“Speak,” Sung Hyunjae said.
Yoojin’s team member was gasping for every breath. He was terrified. “W-will…you l-let m-m-me live?”
Sung Hyunjae sighed. “Song Taewon, his tongue.”
“Wait! W-Wait! Wait! I’ll t-tell you everything.”
Yoojin clenched his jaw while Sung Hyunjae lightly played with the ends of his hair, tickling the nape of his neck and the edge of his ear.
The man gave away every bit of information about the Association: the mission, and the other contacts in the prison. Years of secrets and work to get undercover agents in the prison were ruined in a moment. Classified information spilled like water. Things Yoojin didn’t even know came to light. The actual mission—the one they hid from Yoojin—was revealed.
They hadn’t come here for Chatterbox. They came to remove Sung Hyunjae from power. He had taken over the prison and undermined the Association’s authority. It had pissed off Yoojin’s boss, but the Association director was too embarrassed to let the media know.
No one would believe Sung Hyunjae conquered the most secure prison in the world and was now running it like his own personal resort, so they needed to keep it hushed.
And their plan…
The water bottle…
They gave Yoojin heat inducers to distract the prisoners so the rest of the team could move freely in the chaos.
The numbing pain Yoojin felt upon hearing that squeezed his chest. His lips parted and a single distressed moaned escaped his throat. They were going to do that horrible thing to him? But…but how could they do that to someone…?
Once Sung Hyunjae heard there were more undercover Association members in the prison, he ordered one of the men working for him to go fetch them.
“I told y-you everything,” the Association member shouted. “I told you…I told you everything s-so y-you’ll let me live?”
“Did I say that?” Sung Hyunjae smirked.
The man was silent for a moment. “Wh-wha..? But I…but I…I…”
Someone came up behind him and slit his throat. Yoojin could only see the crimson color splash across the room. Then it was silent.
Sung Hyunjae sighed, yawning and stretching his arms like he had just worked a long day. “Take the bodies out of my office.” He directed everyone around.
When the last man walked out the door, Sung Hyunjae tapped Yoojin’s face. Yoojin reluctantly turned his head.
“Now you.”
“Wh-what do you want?” Yoojin stammered. “They told you more than I even knew.”
“Are you still asking me questions?”
Yoojin clenched his teeth. Fear and anger made his voice come out snappy. “I don’t know anything they didn’t already tell you.”
Sung Hyunjae tapped Yoojin’s forehead, making him flinch. “What’s your name?”
Yoojin looked at his face, still unable to see much. He had to be very careful if he wanted to live for the next five minutes. His nerves were screaming in panic. “Han. Han Yoojin.”
“Yoojin,” Sung Hyunjae repeated. “Do you remember who drugged you?”
“I…I didn’t know anyone’s name. This was my first time meeting them.”
Sung Hyunjae shifted, his chest rubbing against Yoojin as he leaned closer. He sniffed him.
Fighting the reflex to jerk away, Yoojin stayed still and shut his eyes. Did he smell? He was still sweating because it was so hot. His breath was steamy. And how could Sung Hyunjae smell anything over the blood? It had faded since the bodies were removed, but the pungent odor lingered.
“They gave you strong inducers. You’re about to go into heat.”
Yoojin slowly opened his mouth, bewildered. “That’s not possible.”
“Seemed so,” Sung Hyunjae answered. “You caused a commotion in the prison. If I hadn’t stepped in—”
“That’s not possible,” Yoojin said again, shaking his head. “I don’t get heats. I’m a recessive omega. Some of my medical records even say beta.”
“Are you sure about that?”
“I—” Yoojin bit his tongue. “I…I think I would know.” He had tried for the better part of seven years to show signs of being an omega, including medication to force his heat cycle. Nothing had worked. Sung Hyunjae must be lying.
Sung Hyunjae laughed. “The Association’s morals have fallen to a new low for them to sacrifice you to a prison full of wolves. Would they have rescued you after everyone was done with you?”
Yoojin clenched his jaw and tried to not let him see how much those words disgusted him. “I-I’m a recessive omega. Those drugs don’t work on me.” He jerked when Sung Hyunjae touched his forehead, brushing his hair out of his face.
“They worked enough to bring me down here,” he said with a hint of bitterness. Like it was beneath him to succumb to his alpha instincts. His hand trailed down the side of Yoojin’s face, and it took everything in the smaller man not to bite Sung Hyunjae like a rabid dog. “You’re the first omega I’ve seen in three months.”
Yoojin stilled. Those words made his stomach shift. “Wh-what does that matter? I said I was recessive, so I’m not a real omega. I don’t even have pheromones.”
Sung Hyunjae pulled his hand away. “If that’s how you feel about it, I can offer you three things.”
Yoojin waited to hear what he had to say. What were the odds that one of those options was a boat off the island so he could return home?
Sung Hyunjae spoke in his sweetly deep voice. “You can be my omega and let me do anything I want to you until I get bored.”
“Pass.”
His voice was no longer sweet. “I can kill you like the other Association members.”
Yoojin clenched his mouth shut.
“Or,” a darkness lit each word as he spoke, “I can release you into the prison. Didn’t the Association arrest everyone here? I bet they’ll be very interested in meeting you. Even if you’re just a recessive omega.”
This bastard. He belonged in this shitty prison for being an absolute dog shit human being.
No. Yoojin couldn’t die here. He had to think of an escape. The Association would send the rescue team if they didn’t hear from them in a few days. Or If Yoojin could reach a phone…
But how long could Yoojin survive with the prisoners? Was he safer with this bastard? His headache was worsening again, but what was more worrisome was the hot pressure that was building up in his body. It was suffocating. His muscles were cramping and sweat dripped off his forehead.
Yoojin could hear the smile in the smug bastard’s voice when he said, “Does that make you my omega?”
“You bastard,” Yoojin snapped. He closed his eyes for a moment, counting backwards from twenty. “I…I need some medicine first. Something is wrong... The drugs are making me sick.”
Sung Hyunjae was quiet for a moment. “Are you really recessive?”
Yoojin pried his eyes open. His breath was hot and his knees were tightly pressed together to avoid an unfamiliar tingling sensation. His breathing was coming faster, and the room felt much warmer than before.
He swallowed. His saliva was thick. “Yes.”
“What symptoms do you have?”
Yoojin blinked at him. Utterly surprised that he asked. Reluctantly, he told him. But before he finished, Sung Hyunjae laughed.
“You’re going into heat.”
“No…that’s impossible.”
“The infirmary doesn’t carry medicine for omegas. Your condition is only going to worsen. I guess it’s lucky that I’m offering to screw you.”
“But…but…” How was that possible? “Eep!” The rude asshole shoved him off, and Yoojin tumbled to the floor before he could get to his feet.
“So,” Sung Hyunjae asked, sitting back and crossing his knees. “Are you confident about your choice?”
Yoojin glanced around the room. He couldn’t see the door, but he felt along the wall. He glanced back at the other man. Sung Hyunjae sat casually in front of him, relaxed and amused.
Should he attack him? He was a strong fighter, but he knew nothing about his opponent, not even his height or what he looked like. Did he really stand a chance while blind? And what if he won? Then what? How many people in this prison worked for him? He couldn’t see how many were in the room earlier.
On top of everything, his body was getting worse. His breathing was coming faster now and the tingling feeling circulated through him, arousing a strange weight in his stomach. Unwilling to admit he was going into heat, but he was also getting stiff. It made him shiver in disgust. The unfamiliar sensation demanded attention as it steadily grew, taking over all his senses.
As he moved, his clothes rubbed over his skin. The air felt too hot, and his mouth was dry. He pressed his thighs together and rubbed his arms. Just rubbing his own arms made him shudder. Was he really going into heat?
Clenching his fist, Yoojin approached Sung Hyunjae. He touched his shoulders first, feeling where he sat on the sofa. The bastard’s broad shoulders and strong arms were well toned and large.
Carefully, Yoojin straddled his hips and was startled at how big he was. He had to stretch his thighs to fit over his lab.
Sung Hyunjae cupped the back of Yoojin’s head, angling his face until their eyes met. “I have no intention of forcing myself on you, so make it believable.”
Yoojin grumbled. “You’re such a sweet talker. I can’t believe you have to threaten people for sex.”
Evil bastards like this alpha were the exact reason he hated second gendered shitheads. They could be as exasperating as possible and everyone still loved them. They expected the world to cater to them, and it did. So envious of their eccentricity that they would do anything to experience just a moment with them.
And on top of everything, this alpha was a murderous madman. If Yoojin pissed him off too much, there was no telling what he would do.
Sung Hyunjae chuckled and pulled Yoojin closer. Their lips brushed together when he spoke. “You don’t have to flatter me.”
They kissed. Yoojin placed his hands on his shoulders for balance, and Sung Hyunjae wasted no time gripping his back. He was pulled roughly against the alpha’s chest and lost his breath. The aggressive treatment caused Yoojin’s symptoms to react.
His headache faded, but the tightness in his muscles swelled. The awkward tingling was annoying and spread deeper. It all felt unnatural and hindered him from focusing.
Yoojin pulled away, gasping for air. His lips were swollen and Sung Hyunjae’s hands were bruising him. He wanted to tell him off, but the alpha was on him again in a second. He tucked Yoojin under him. They sprawled on the couch like two teenagers unable to control themselves.
Yoojin gasped. Whenever Sung Hyunjae rubbed his thighs a certain way, it caused the annoying tingling to stop. He hooked his leg over Sung Hyunjae and tugged him closer. The rewarding sensation only lasted a moment. Desperate to stop that tingling sensation, Yoojin ground his hips upward while pulling Sung Hyunjae down.
Sung Hyunjae was rough. The lonely months stuck in a prison were really showing. He clung to Yoojin’s sweet scent and pale skin. His fist gripped his hair and earned a startled sound from Yoojin. His erection dug into Yoojin almost painfully, but still the omega pulled him closer.
“Wait,” Yoojin jerked his head away. “Stop. I can’t do it here. The blood is making me—”
Sung Hyunjae stood in one smooth motion, clutching Yoojin to his chest.
Yoojin wrapped his arms and legs around him as he walked through the office and down a hall. He could vaguely make out the direction they were going. He wasn’t sure he could find his way back when his vision returned, but the air was already much better.
His back hit a bed and he tensed. The unfamiliar surroundings unsettled him. Not knowing where he was felt strange. He spread his arms out across the bed. He kept stretching further and further with no end. How big was this bed???
Yoojin knew the prison staffed lived on the island for months at a time, but this was the biggest bed he had ever been on. Even if Sung Hyunjae had stolen the warden’s room, wasn’t this a little too much for a prison accommodation?
Sung Hyunjae started removing clothes, and Yoojin flinched, smacking his hand away. The alpha stopped. “Do you want to end our deal?” He asked after seeing Yoojin’s distress.
“I…I don’t know.” His surroundings were jarring, and he couldn’t calm his racing heart. His skin tightened when he wasn’t being touched, and the unfamiliar heat made his heart race. He couldn’t tell if he was turned on or panicking.
“Will this help?”
Sung Hyunjae took Yoojin’s hand and led him to his lapel. He removed his shirt with their hands together. Slowly Yoojin’s chaotic heart calmed. He felt Sung Hyunjae’s outline and despite not being able to see, he had a good idea what he looked like now.
Sung Hyunjae released his hand and, without thinking, Yoojin continued to undress them.
The tingling had grown to a full-blown ache that he couldn’t stand anymore. The clothes were becoming frustrating to remove, so Yoojin clawed at them until the fabric ripped. There was something relieving about being close to the alpha while his body tighten and warmed. He wanted to be touched more and to feel bare skin against his.
He didn’t mind how rough Sung Hyunjae acted. The crazy heat and tingling were driving him mad. The only thing that soothed him was Sung Hyunjae’s touch.
When Sung Hyunjae ran his hands down his backside, the alpha paused, confused.
“You don’t produce slick?”
Yoojin shook his head. That was something only full omegas did.
Sung Hyunjae looked around, searching for something. After a second, he pushed Yoojin’s hands off and disappeared.
Yoojin was panting. His breath was so hot and his hips raised off the bed. The air on his skin made him moan. His cock was straining and twitching without ever being touched.
Was he going insane? He had just witness twelve murders but he couldn’t think of anything besides the way his body was reacting. He should find an escape or a weapon, but instead he rolled around on the bed, addicted to the feeling of satin sheets rubbing on his bare skin.
His head was foggy with need, and he fought to control himself. Gripping the sheets to hold back, but he couldn’t take it anymore. He stroked himself. Was this what heats were like? Maddening? He felt so hot. He didn’t feel like himself at all.
He was so hard, but touching himself didn’t bring any relief. Where the hell did Sung Hyunjae go?
Pre-cum dripped down his length. He bit his lip. His eyes hooded with pleasure, but no matter how hard he stroked, he couldn’t finish. His insides were twitching like never before, and the ache was consuming him. The tingle was like fiery sparks that didn’t stop. He stroked faster, crying out.
Sung Hyunjae chuckled, returning with something in his hand. “Couldn’t wait?”
“You’re taking too long,” Yoojin panted.
Sung Hyunjae knelt beside him. “I’m worth the wait.”
“They all say that.” Yoojin grit his teeth.
“You wouldn’t say that if you’ve ever been with an alpha before.”
Yoojin snarled at him. What did it matter? He had lovers. Though few, they were good. Betas always got unfairly compared to alphas. What made alphas so great anyway?
Sung Hyunjae laid beside Yoojin and pulled him closer. Yoojin clung to him, rubbing over him. The tightness inside him was easing now that they were together again. He breathed in deeply, taking the alpha into his lungs.
Yoojin felt drunk off that scent. The firm body pressing into him was worse than the drug. Every touch ignited a new spark inside him. He was shamelessly rubbing himself over Sung Hyunjae. The ache inside him screamed in need. His cock dripped.
He couldn’t help but grab Sung Hyunjae’s cock, but stopped. Some of his awareness snapped back, and he glanced down at his hand. Unseeing eyes blinked in bewilderment. Yoojin wished he could see. What the hell was he holding? A wine bottle? A baseball bat? Was Sung Hyunjae’s cock a lethal weapon?
“What the f—”
Sung Hyunjae’s voice caught, and he buried his face in Yoojin’s neck. He hissed, “If you’re going to do that, at least don’t dig your nails in.”
He took Yoojin’s hand and encased their members together.
Jumping at the new sensation, Yoojin quickly forgot he was holding a python and stroked downward for a shocking pleasure.
“Hah,” He gasped.
His eyes slid shut. He encased their members in his hand, fumbling with the size but chasing this amazing relief.
“Ah! That’s cold!” Yoojin shouted, flinching as a liquid spread over his backside.
Sung Hyunjae squeezed his arms around Yoojin, preventing him from jerking away. “It won’t be cold for long.”
The lotion Sung Hyunjae had found covered his fingers and entered Yoojin with a brief resistance.
“Ohh…hmph…ah…” Yoojin’s back arched. He couldn’t keep his eyes open as moans filled his throat. “Right—Mmm, there! Right there! Don’t stop.” He quivered. Everything in him screamed. He stroked their cocks faster and pushed back on Sung Hyunjae’s hand.
His voice broke as he shouted.
Tightness gripped him all over. His body was burning and only the man in front of him could quench it. Thick fingers plunged into him. Sung Hyunjae’s voice was rough as Yoojin stroked.
They practically fought each other. Yoojin had never been this feral in his life. He bit and tore while the other man gripped and sucked on his chest.
He made sounds he only thought porn stars made. He demanded that the man cohering him for sex be harder. When Sung Hyunjae found a spot in him that made him momentarily black out, Yoojin forced him to do that again and again until he came.
His eyes fluttered shut, and he squeezed their lengths together. Lights danced in his vision and his stomach fluttered in pleasure. He cried out as cum spread over them.
The ache was only temporarily satisfied. Need built faster the second time, threatening to consume him. Sung Hyunjae kissed him and pressed his cock against his entrance.
Yoojin turned into that kiss, demanding more. Their tongues locked, and the enormous cock wedged its way inside.
“Ohh…mmm…” Yoojin’s legs shook and his stomach convulsed. Hot. So very hot and so good. Sung Hyunjae penetrated him with his monstrous size, and it didn’t hurt at all. It stung a little, but he could barely feel any pain beneath the haze of drugs and heat.
It stretched him until it was all that he felt. His head rolled back, and he shouted. Time skipped. He wasn’t sure how long. The drug had strange side effects. He could only feel pleasure ripping through him. He gripped Sung Hyunjae’s firm ass and hauled him closer.
Sung Hyunjae gasped, squeezing his hands over Yoojin’s hips. “So tight…” he murmured, biting his lips and fighting back against Yoojin’s unprepared urging.
The heat blinding Yoojin shot up again, demanding more. Yoojin didn’t care if his body wasn’t prepared enough to take Sung Hyunjae’s size. His insides squeezed down on the alpha. More. More. More. He needed more. Yoojin pushed Sung Hyunjae down. Riding him and clawing his chest until he drew sharp red lines.
Sung Hyunjae wrestled him down, holding him still and penetrating him slowly until his length was all the way inside.
“Mmh, mmm…” Yoojin moaned. He hit Sung Hyunjae with weak arms and flexed his hips. The small movement made Sung Hyunjae groan, but it wasn’t enough for Yoojin. He tried every maneuver he knew, from swirling his waist to flexing his abs. Pleasure soared inside him, drool wet his lips, but the tingling was a throbbing jolt now.
Sung Hyunjae hissed, holding back until Yoojin’s body adjusted to his size. Otherwise it would hurt both of them, but his patience shattered. He couldn’t wait any longer. He shoved his cock into Yoojin. Acting rough and no longer cautious. His movements rocked through both of them, penetrating deeper with each thrust. Forcing Yoojin’s tight hole to accept the large girth each time.
Yoojin shouted. His mind snapped and burned. It was all he felt. So violent and fulfilling. Every forceful action stroked Yoojin in just the right way. It touched something sensitive that had been neglected inside him for so long.
It stunned him with exactly how amazing sex with an alpha could be. It locked him in ecstasy as he came again. His legs shook as they wrapped around Sung Hyunjae. He gripped his neck until he could kiss him. Sung Hyunjae’s warm breath melted his lips before he kissed him back. Another delicate sensation mixed with the explosion of bliss.
He couldn’t get enough. He wanted to savor this for the rest of his life. The rough caresses and the burning desire were too addicting.
Sung Hyunjae tensed, bruising Yoojin’s lips as he came. Shivering as he gasped. It sent tingles all over Yoojin’s body.
The alpha barely had anytime to recover before Yoojin jumped him. He was demanding and didn’t want to stop.
His voice filled the room. The drug made him black out occasionally, coming back to Sung Hyunjae holding him tightly. It was a wonderful way to wake up after being touch starved for so long. He couldn’t remember the last time he had even been on a date or intimate with anyone. And now he was being touched everywhere.
Every place felt good. Sung Hyunjae found places that felt really good. He craved more. He couldn’t get enough. More. More.
Sung Hyunjae’s grip threatened to crush him as they came together for a fifth time. Yoojin shouted. A white-hot sensation shot through him and his toes curled.
He turned his head into Sung Hyunjae’s neck, nuzzling the alpha tenderly while the other man panted and lowered his head.
Instead of kissing him, Yoojin bit down. Hard.
Sung Hyunjae flinched and swore. His hips buckled into Yoojin, and his cock twitched. Another wave of pleasure overtook them. It continued like that until the fire inside Yoojin blurred his senses. The last thing he remembered before passing out was pulling hair and biting down on lips so hard he tasted blood.
Yoojin woke up. His back throbbed, and his ass hurt. But his vision had finally returned.
His body felt relieved from the forced heat. He was surprisingly refreshed. In fact, he felt great. He woke up feeling rested. It felt like he slept for twelve hours. When was the last time he slept this well? Not since he joined the Association. And not while living with his father and brother…
Yoojin was surprised at how good he felt after last night.
Being with an alpha was so much different from his imagination. More primal and energetic. His lack of vision hadn’t made it worse. He had felt vulnerable at first, but his partner surprised him. Despite how impatient and savage Sung Hyunjae had been, Yoojin was worse.
Sung Hyunjae was the first alpha to not reject him, despite years of his father trying to set Yoojin up with one. Who knew all it took for an alpha to like him was to be locked up in prison for three months?
For a murderous madman who threatened people for sex, he was really generous in bed.
Yoojin rubbed the sleep out of his eyes and looked around the room, seeing it clearly for the first time.
Hmm…so this was where the missing funds were going.
The Association hadn’t cared about the embezzling, but this was ridiculous. The large room looked like a lavished hotel suite. The warden had indulged in many luxuries while living here.
There was artwork on the walls, for crying out loud. A sitting area, a private bath, what looked like a walk-in closet, and beautiful furniture. The list went on, but that was just the bedroom. The warden’s suite came with two bathrooms, a private office, a kitchenet, a living room, and a mini wine cellar that was the size of a moving truck.
In Korea, Yoojin lived in a one-room apartment with no air conditioning…
This was the nicest room he had ever slept in.
The depressing thought wasn’t the best way to start his morning. Not while he was at the mercy of Sung Hyunjae. Yoojin needed to think of a plan before he was killed. Now that the drugs had worn off, he thought he could think better, but his mind was blank.
He turned his head and saw Sung Hyunjae clearly for the first time and… what…?
Yoojin shot up. Almost in disbelief. How was someone that handsome? Shouldn’t he look plain or hideous? How did someone who lived in a dreary prison look this gorgeous?
Talk about a glow up.
He had never seen anyone with a face so perfect.
Hogging all the blankets, Sung Hyunjae was wrapped in white sheets, like an angel nestled in heavenly clouds. His blond hair was cut perfectly, but rustled. His skin was flawless and his soft lips were rosy. With a perfectly straight nose and high cheekbones. He had a few bruises and bite marks from last night, but besides that, he looked flawless.
He didn’t look like a prisoner at all.
It ticked Yoojin off. He was already an alpha and came from a rich family. Did he have to be this handsome on top of it? Shouldn’t there be a cap to how lucky one person could be?
Yoojin tried to move out of bed, but a hand snatched his wrist.
“…where are you going?” Half asleep, Sung Hyunjae dragged Yoojin back under the covers. He rolled to his side and revealed a muscular chest, abs, and a hard cock.
Yoojin’s eyes widened when he realized where Sung Hyunjae was pulling him. “H-hold on! Do—Do you ever take a break?”
“You’re the one who kept me up because he couldn’t stop begging for my cock.”
Yoojin’s face flushed. Fucking drugs. “Well, I’m tired now.”
“You can go back to sleep. I’ll do all the work.”
Yoojin struggled against his hold until his voice pitched, and large hands coaxed him to hardness.
“Ohh…”
Three Weeks Later <3
Yoojin banged the phone down and swore. He shouted indecent words. Slamming the old, corded phone down once didn’t relieve his frustration, so he smashed it down until the frame cracked.
“I’m assuming it wasn’t good news they gave you,” Song Taewon said.
Yoojin glared at Song Taewon. He was Sung Hyunjae’s right-hand man and head of security.
Since the first time Yoojin met him, his impression of him had changed dramatically. Well, considering the first time they met, Song Taewon was murdering his old team—It wasn’t like his impression could get much worse.
The tall, broad chested man with dark hair had broken into the prison to look after Sung Hyunjae. He was a loyal employee and very good at his job. Especially murder.
Yoojin snorted. Like that crazy bastard needed anyone’s help. But Song Taewon puzzled Yoojin. The two alphas were nothing alike and disagreed on almost everything. So why did Song Taewon give up his freedom to live here and watch over a spoiled heir?
After a few interactions, Yoojin started to like Song Taewon. He was sympathetic. At least he didn’t stop Yoojin from escaping. And he didn’t taunt him about his upcoming death like some of the other guards did. Especially like Choi Sukwon liked to.
Song Taewon showed Yoojin an office with a landline phone, since the island didn’t get cellular service. Song Taewon dialed the code to call people off the island and Yoojin called the Association for help.
Yoojin slammed his forehead on the large desk. “Fucking shit Association.”
Yoojin banged his head again and Song Taewon reached out to cup his head before he could do it a third time.
“What did they say?” Song Taewon asked, genuine concern filling his voice.
Yoojin’s voice was muffled when he said, “They want me to continue the mission.”
Song Taewon frowned.
Since Yoojin had been here, Song Taewon had shown him more consideration than the Association. Even after they drugged him, Yoojin still hoped that they would come rescue him.
Now he just felt stupid. Well, considering he only started working for the Association in the first place because they blackmailed him…yeah. He really felt stupid.
“That was the order your boss gave you?”
Yoojin nodded, not lifting his head. “They want me to report on Sung Hyunjae.”
“Oh…”
Yoojin laughed bitterly. “Do you think he’ll kill me over this?”
Escaping had been impossible for Yoojin. For the last three weeks, he had tried everything. No human could escape the world’s largest maximum-security prison. Except Sung Hyunjae…
There were three types of men on the island—prisoners, guards, and Sung Hyunjae’s personal staff. The boats that brought supplies were all run by Sung Hyunjae’s men and made sneaking off impossible. The emergency vehicles on the island were locked away so the prisoners couldn’t reach them. And the guards were so well bribed that they wouldn’t even talk to Yoojin.
He was trapped on the island like every other prisoner here. But unlike the prisoners, Yoojin wasn’t allowed out of the staff wing. The prison took up a majority of the island and he had plenty of facilities he could visit, but his limited access to areas hindered his escape attempts.
Song Taewon removed his hand and sat Yoojin straight.
His forehead throbbed.
“I will explain the Association’s request to him,” Song Taewon said. “Director Hyunjae will understand. He won’t make rash decisions without hearing your intentions.”
Yoojin looked away. His intentions? Was he crazy enough to spy on Sung Hyunjae for the Association? He didn’t have any loyalties to them, but it wasn’t like he could disobey his boss. Not after the contract they made.
But did his boss not know how dangerous and completely insane Sung Hyunjae was? Sure, the sex was great. But Sung Hyunjae made it very clear that he was only keeping Yoojin alive until he got bored with him.
“He’s going to kill me soon anyway,” Yoojin muttered. “But if I report to the Association, they might rescue me. Unless Sung Hyunjae finds out that I’m betraying him, then he’ll kill me right away. Seems like I’m screwed no matter what I do.”
Song Taewon was quiet for a moment, not denying it.
“Any suggestions?” Yoojin asked.
“It would be best to stay on Sung Hyunjae’s good side. The Association doesn’t seem reliable.”
“How long until he normally gets bored?”
Song Taewon’s lips twitched into a grimace. “…I’ve never seen him sleep with the same person twice. Let alone share a room.”
“Hmm,” Yoojin muttered.
So he was one of those alphas. Heir to the richest and most powerful political family in Korea. Probably the reason he had that ego and a nasty personality.
It meant Yoojin didn’t have a lot of time left.
If it wasn’t for the fact that Sung Hyunjae was stuck on an island without omegas, he wouldn’t have ever given Yoojin a second glance. But their first night together had lasted three days. And it was a great three days, but Yoojin didn’t want to bet his life on an alpha’s pent-up libido.
As of right now, Sung Hyunjae’s sexual desire seemed never ending. The only reason they took a break today was because the alpha had business. Besides being a murderer, he was a complete workaholic. He continued his work back in Korea and stepped up as the new prison warden.
Since Sung Hyunjae took over the prison, the island was functioning much more efficiently. The embezzlement stopped, and the prisoners were getting better supplies and improvements to their facilities. Which in turned stopped the need for internal gangs and illegal shops.
Then Sung Hyunjae fired the food contractor, finding out it was a deal the old warden made. Splitting over ninety-five percent of the budget to line their pockets and using the rest for expired produce and stale mystery meats.
The new kitchen contractor delivered better quality food, and the prisoners were less sick and more happy. Not to mention, he replaced the entire water heating system, repaired the library, and removed all the mold from the common rooms.
While Sung Hyunjae was a horrible murderer, he was an amazing public servant.
Lost in his thoughts, Yoojin flinched when the door open. He sat straighter as Sung Hyunjae entered. Dressed in a suit no normal human being could hope to ever afford. With hair beautifully brushed to the side to show off his champagne colored eyes. It was hard to believe this man was a cold-hearted criminal.
“Song Taewon,” Sung Hyunjae said, walking up to the desk with a pleasant smile. “How many times have I said to not let my omega try to escape?”
Yoojin’s hands balled into fists. If this asshole was just going to kill him one day anyway, why not just let him leave?
Sung Hyunjae touched his forehead, and he recoiled. The spot he had banged on the desk hurt much more now. A large red mark covered his head.
“While I said to stop him from escaping with any means necessary, I didn’t think you had it in you to hit him. How unlike you.” Sung Hyunjae said while examining the bruise. “Should I call the prison doctor?”
“I don’t like doctors,” Yoojin snapped, smacking Sung Hyunjae’s hand away. He loathed doctors.
Sung Hyunjae shrugged. “If you insist.” He told Song Taewon to leave.
Song Taewon glance at Yoojin for a moment before leaving. It was disappointing. Someone he thought was his friend didn’t actually care about him. Once again, Yoojin only had himself to blame for how stupid he felt. When had he become so naïve?
“What did the Association say?” Sung Hyunjae asked. “You should tell them I appreciate the gift they sent me, but I don’t need anymore.”
Was he the gift? The mockery in Sung Hyunjae’s tone made him feel even more tired. Dealing with the Association and this jerk all in one day was too much.
Raising his glare to Sung Hyunjae, he spilled everything. It would be much worse if Sung Hyunjae found out he was hiding this instead of coming clean. “They…” He swallowed. “They said to continue the mission.”
“I will not allow you near prisoners. The Association will have to try again to fulfill your mission.”
“Not Chatterbox,” Yoojin glanced away, wondering how Sung Hyunjae remembered that minor detail of the Association's fake mission. “You.”
“Oh?” Sung Hyunjae smiled, giddy. He didn’t respond like Yoojin had thought. “It’s funny how desperate they are to get some leverage over me. Do they really think you can do it? How are you planning to gain your information? Will you interrogate me? I’ll tell you nearly anything if you use a little rope and—”
Yoojin shut his eyes and pinched his brow. “Can you stop joking around?”
“Do you think I’m joking? It doesn’t matter what I say if you never step foot out of this prison anyway.” He said with an arrogant grin.
Yoojin glared at him from under his brow. “It’s very hard to deal with your bullshit today. Can’t you leave me alone? I’m tired.”
“It’s not my fault you’re tired.” He spread his hands in a lazy shrug. “You’re the one who jumped me after my shower yesterday. I thought you were going to claw my eyes out if I didn’t get you in bed fast enough.”
Yoojin grimaced. His back ached at just the thought of his reckless seduction.
Was the drug still in his system?
He couldn’t stop lusting after this asshole. They did it almost every night. When Sung Hyunjae didn’t come back to their room because of work, Yoojin felt flustrated.
It was embarrassing when Sung Hyunjae didn’t make the first move. At least when Sung Hyunjae initiated, Yoojin felt superior. Like he was just doing his job to stay alive. He could pretend he still had morals.
Thank god he didn’t react like this with the other alphas. But seeing Sung Hyunjae step out of the shower and water drip down his tone chest was heart throbbing. Yoojin had licked water droplets off him and demanded to take the lead because he wanted to gaze at that mouthwatering body all night long.
Yoojin’s face burned. Thinking about their night activities during the day was bothersome. He couldn’t believe he acted like that with a man he despised. At least Sung Hyunjae had a good cock.
Every person had at least one good trait.
A guard knocked on the door and entered, carrying a wicker basket and a plaid blanket. “As you ordered, Director Hyunjae.”
“Set it down and leave.”
The man obeyed, not even glancing at Yoojin.
He looked at the basket and then at Sung Hyunjae. “What’s with the basket?”
Sung Hyunjae placed his hands in his pockets. “I ordered something small for our picnic.”
“Picnic?” Yoojin sat straighter. “Why would you do that?”
Sung Hyunjae smiled. “Shouldn’t I take my new pet on walks?”
Son of a bi—
The ocean wind was chilly, and the sky was gray. The beach was crappy. The sun rarely came through the clouds, leaving the sky bleak, resembling a constant storm. The temperature of the water was always below freezing, making the idea of swimming away impossible.
Standing on the depressing beach left him freezing.
He felt miserable, but it wasn’t solely because he was imprisoned on the island. Yoojin always knew his boss mistreated him, but because of their contract, the Association director had every right to act like that. But now that he was on the island, the extension of abuse was glaringly obvious.
Yoojin normally only ate one meal a day, and it was something from a vending machine or from the convenience store. His work hours were very demanding. Here in the prison, Sung Hyunjae had his private chef cook for him.
Yoojin never got to sleep at home, mostly working overtime and napping at his desk. Here he got to sleep in.
His one-room apartment had a draft that the landlord never fixed. Here he lived in Sung Hyunjae’s suite and got to take bubble baths when he was bored.
Yoojin shivered against the ocean breeze. The waves picked up and misted him with salty water.
Sung Hyunjae stepped behind him and draped his coat over Yoojin’s shoulders. It came down to his knees, and it chased away the cold. Sung Hyunjae’s warmth still filled the oversized red garment.
Yoojin looked up at him, but the other man walked by, the picnic basket tucked under his arm. Wind tasseled his blond hair and dress shirt. Against the dark sea, Sung Hyunjae looked like a golden beacon. A lost treasure in this bleak world. His handsome smile was heart stopping.
On such a bitter day, how could anyone look so warm?
Yoojin tucked in his chin and breathed deeply. The rich aroma of an alpha rose from the collar of the coat. It made his head dizzy. He had never been a fan of colognes, but Sung Hyunjae’s fragrance filled his lungs like fresh air. It always improved his mood.
It was dark with a hint of sweet. Like a thunderstorm over freshly bloomed roses. Or spicy candy on a winter night. It was hot and left his skin tingling. It warmed his blood and filled him with excitement. He felt alive.
“Yoojin.”
His heart skipped, and he looked up to meet gold eyes.
Sung Hyunjae stood on the shore, raising his arm and offering Yoojin his hand. “Come sit with me.”
Yoojin ran after him.